Bleh with Barry

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Calibur

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Edward Burne-Jones [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

A sword of many

Names. Buried

Deep within History

And this sheath of

Unsullied flesh.

*

Within a Lake of

Death and Time

Waiting on a

Unifier to come

And Summon it and me, again.

*

Wise men and Magus

Have spoken of your

Ascendance from birth

Brought by Other to a

Church stationed stone.

*

Pulled deep from the

Womb of rock, you

Ruled using might,

Magic, and Mirth.

Shown to all.

*

Yet, by a son Your

Kingdom and crown were

Broken and defamed but

Though your body was

Distressed, your soul survived.

*

You wait, I wait, and the

Land of Brittany waits for

Your return, but we only

Hear whispers from that

Mystic isle of healing slumber.

*

Maybe the fae still

Sing your lullaby and

I am too far removed to

Listen to Mab, the Weird

Sisters and all.

*

Perhaps, it is just I

Woken from dreaming to

Suffer and writhe, a

Paralyzed Observer to the plagued

Malice of a suffering world.

*

Perhaps, I am punished in a

Waking nightmare, where I will

Wait and wait and wait until

You come to claim your glided Prize,

Lady, and undying Fame.

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Written by barryr22

September 28, 2011 at 10:06 pm

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